Life and death and everything inbetween

Yesterday my friend had a seizure in my house. I was at work at the time, but thankfully she was with Jeff and Harlowe and the band. They held her and kept her from swallowing until she came out of it. When she did [come out of it] she didn’t know where she was or who she was with. She thought she was dead, and that made her scared and sad. When she realized that she was alive she became grateful and relieved, she kept saying “I don’t want to die”. That’s incredible.
I suppose I’m confused about it. I’m struck by the profound nature of life. We go along, day by day, doing what we please or just making ends meet. What happened to a daily recognition of our life’s finite nature, and what happened to the gratitute that one aquires when they see that?
We are all skating on thin ice. We all have things to be grateful for. Let’s soak up our lives. Slurp from the bottom of that cup. Take care of each other.
I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost her. I don’t know what she’d do had she lost herself.